The Bracken Woods Can't erase what I wrote in ink

She had chosen, and so Uriel would follow the sharp senses Holly gave toward their hunt. To the west they would go, to perhaps the mighty deer to lay about. They wouldn't be too far, as the territory while big, enough for them to travel throughout the days. Low prowl, like the lioness she was, and slowly went ahead of the other golden wolf.

"I see one." She whispered softly to the other, her paw lifting gently to point out a lone, lil' doe. Barely old enough to count as an adult, small and tiny, but enough to feed a few. Uriel thought they can attack, before the young deer called for her stag.